The much ignored here roadside garden gets a photo today. It's just a wee fragment of the long bed, but it's colorful and pretty and it deserves a spot on Ocean.
Breakfast. Oh, that wonderful, sunny, cheerful, leisurely breakfast!
And after, I decide that it's time to give the glass roof a sweep. Typically I don't go up there except to push snow off, but every once in a while I give it a good brushing. It's especially rewarding to do this in July, when the views in all directions are splendid!
It's Monday and Snowdrop comes to the farmhouse today.
There's lots to do and we start with the obvious: raspberry picking (which she loves), blueberry picking (which she loves), riding on grandpa Ed's shoulders (which she loves)...
And today, we inspect the progress of our tomatoes. When I tell her that they should be ready and ripe soon, I wonder how she interprets that. Soon, as in this afternoon? Soon, as in the same soon when mommy and daddy come to pick her up?
Ed has sawed the fallen part of the willow, leaving us with lovely stumps on which to sit or play. We try those out today.
It's getting very warm outside and so I suggest indoor play. She finds pencils. I provide the paper. You'll think from this that she is left handed, but minutes earlier, she had a pencil in each hand...
I thought I'd sneak in a ribbon for her hair, but she catches me at it...
... and takes it off again and again. Each time with a grin. It's a game for her. One that I cannot win. Except when I serve her lunch -- here, food is more important than anything in her hair. She feasts on leftovers from last night's dinner: roasted beets, steamed peas, shrimp and beautiful heirloom tomatoes. She adores it all!
... and still has room for a yogurt and most certainly for a big bowl of fruit, which, to her, is the crowning glory of any meal.
In the evening I look out at the jewels of my day lily bed. You need to look at something this beautiful to overshadow all that you hear that is not very beautiful at all.
Ah, flowers. They work hard to overcome the difficulties of each season. When they shine, we shine with them.
Breakfast. Oh, that wonderful, sunny, cheerful, leisurely breakfast!
And after, I decide that it's time to give the glass roof a sweep. Typically I don't go up there except to push snow off, but every once in a while I give it a good brushing. It's especially rewarding to do this in July, when the views in all directions are splendid!
It's Monday and Snowdrop comes to the farmhouse today.
There's lots to do and we start with the obvious: raspberry picking (which she loves), blueberry picking (which she loves), riding on grandpa Ed's shoulders (which she loves)...
And today, we inspect the progress of our tomatoes. When I tell her that they should be ready and ripe soon, I wonder how she interprets that. Soon, as in this afternoon? Soon, as in the same soon when mommy and daddy come to pick her up?
Ed has sawed the fallen part of the willow, leaving us with lovely stumps on which to sit or play. We try those out today.
It's getting very warm outside and so I suggest indoor play. She finds pencils. I provide the paper. You'll think from this that she is left handed, but minutes earlier, she had a pencil in each hand...
I thought I'd sneak in a ribbon for her hair, but she catches me at it...
... and takes it off again and again. Each time with a grin. It's a game for her. One that I cannot win. Except when I serve her lunch -- here, food is more important than anything in her hair. She feasts on leftovers from last night's dinner: roasted beets, steamed peas, shrimp and beautiful heirloom tomatoes. She adores it all!
... and still has room for a yogurt and most certainly for a big bowl of fruit, which, to her, is the crowning glory of any meal.
In the evening I look out at the jewels of my day lily bed. You need to look at something this beautiful to overshadow all that you hear that is not very beautiful at all.
Ah, flowers. They work hard to overcome the difficulties of each season. When they shine, we shine with them.
Yes, I have been walking and noticing the early gum blossom and wattles in gardens and bush. We are only half way through winter but there are jonquils and camellias in gardens everywhere, with daffodils and magnolias just starting up. It helps me see the world differently. Jean
ReplyDeleteWhen I have the extended one-on-one time with Cadence, as I will this weekend, I'm able to capture some of the lovely ordinary moments the way you do nearly every day. And I think the telling word is "capture". We grammas realize that this precious time is all too fleeting. We make the most of the small moments.
ReplyDeleteI think Snowdrop will remember this time with you - if only with a flash of euphoria under the warm sun, triggered by the scents of a garden, or of berries! I have it in me, I feel it, my Grandmother's garden. With my own mother, not a gardener, it's the memory of sheets hanging on the line against the blue sky, just because I knew she was there... the sun-warmth of the wading pool she filled for me, bucket by bucket... waking to the sight of my curtains moving in the breeze and listening, listening carefully, for the sounds of my mother in the house.
The willow stumps are great!
ReplyDeleteLike JoyD, I remember childhood berry picking so well, so fondly. At home, it was blueberries and raspberries and currants and wild wineberries (common on N shore of Long Island)... at my grandparents it was blueberries and huckleberries. Which I haven't had since I was maybe nine or ten but remember so well. Snowdrop will have wonderful memories too.
Such utterly beautiful comments! Thank you for them.
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